Using a Wok to Reorganize Life and Fly to Immortality

Master Su is not a good person.

When you meet a bad person, you also invite them to dinner.

No such good thing.

However, Master Su lowered his head and read the investigation report on her consumption.

See the feedback of the two magic.

Sweat and tears will reduce the demonic energy possessed by the demons.

When the magic energy is reduced to a certain level, the magic horn will fall off.

Under the impact of many kinds of delicious food, the magic element can't bear it, and it will be damaged due to too much joy.

This is to tell everyone that joy begets sorrow.

Su Yu looked at the two demons.

Perhaps this battle between humans and demons does not require the blood of the cultivators.

As long as Master Su's kitchen is healthy.

Master Su, request to fight!

"Don't give up yet?"

Mu Daoist snorted.

The big man with red eyes crying, tears welling up again.

There is no going back.

Losing the magic essence and magic horns, they are already trash, even if they go back, they will be laughed at by the devil, and they are no different from being disabled!

Motu raised his head, did not struggle with the twisted chain cuffs in his hands, and sniffed, "We won't say anything. Wait two more days, what if the magic essence still sticks? "

Mu Daoist: "…"

Hang Wan'er snorted, "I really won't cry if I don't see my second sister's poisonous pill!"

Xiao Muge was about to undo the muslin, but was stopped by Su Yu.

Mo Sang gritted his teeth, "Even if we are willing to help you, we can't do it. What we are now... is no different from human cultivation. If we communicate with other demon generals, they will find the abnormality at a glance. trust us!"

The demons also compete with each other to see who has the most beautiful horns, the color is dark and pure, and the curvature of the corners is even more imposing.

Now their magic horns are gone.

Ugly enough to want to die.

"You kill me." Mo Sang bowed his head.

Don't talk about communicating with other magic generals, I don't want to see them.

I am ugly.

Su Yu looked at their now pale faces and smooth foreheads, they really didn't look like a demon.

"There is no way for the magic element, and the magic horn can still stick." Hang Wan'er akimbo.

The two demons were startled.

Hope ignited in Motu's eyes, however, it dimmed in an instant, "The magic horn loses its magical energy, and it will soon turn to ashes in the human world."

His handcuffed wrist moved, and he took out a bark roll from his robe.

Before opening it, some white ashes spilled out from the inside.

The original black corners are white and quickly dusted.

Motu's hand shook, more white ash fell, he was about to cry, he wanted to reach out and grab it, but more fell.

The eye sockets are redder this time.

Why are the demons so pitiful?

Su Yu coughed lightly.

Attract other demon generals to Nanxun, gather masters from various factions, and wipe out the remaining ten demon generals in one go, and these two big grievances are still needed to lure the enemy deeper.

If you can't meet each other, the other magicians will discover the humanization of these two guys.

She thought for a while, then pondered, "How long do you want the magic horn?"

Sang and Tu, the two evil generals resentment: "??"

Master Su has seen the appearance of magic horns. The top is pointed and the bottom is slightly rounded. Some are slender and stand like horns, and there are circles of texture on the magic horn.

Isn't this the splendid crispy corner?

Su Yu immediately asked Qi Shimei to distribute rice paper to the two demons, and asked them to draw their horn length and bottom diameter, as well as the number of circle patterns.

Er ​​Mo suddenly fell into memory.

Although I don't believe she can do it, the memories are always good.

"My magic horn is three inches long..." Mo Sang glanced at his companion, and immediately opened his mouth.

"Nonsense, at most an inch and a half," Motu sneered, "You think I've never seen it before, you can't see the tip of your magic horns when you put on a hood."

Mo Sang: "It's always longer than you, I have twelve circles."

"Eight ways, no more." Motu snorted, "I have one more than you. If you were twelve, I would be thirteen, four inches long."

"That's not impossible, that's it."

Mo Sang recognizes this exaggerated magic angle size.

"Pic, I don't want to argue with you anymore."

The devil's mind was simple, and then he knew what he was facing, and looked at Su Yu with red eyes, "Well, I remembered it wrong, I have fifteen circle patterns, four and a half inches. Long horn, it couldn't be shorter."

Su Yu: “…”

Everyone: "…"

Did they destroy the brains of the demons in the war many years ago.

Mu Daoist coughed lightly, "Don't make false reports. Otherwise, your companions will find something abnormal and sabotage our plan."

Motu raised his handcuffs and scratched his head, "To attract other demons and ask them to disobey the order of the demon master, doesn't this place have a strong reason to attract them?"

This place can grow horns!

Magic corner beautification!

Mudao were speechless.

Su Yu has already started operation.

Puffed food such as crispy corners can be completed by industrial machine production lines.

Material, extrusion, cooling and then compound molding, drying and then entering the frying stage.

After the machine is debugged, it basically does not require much human intervention.

There is a way to achieve mass production in the future.

There are only two demons today, so Su Yu will make a few by hand first.

Not long after kneading the dough, she made a small triangular embryo with crispy corners and dried it slowly.

The two demons walked over to look with great interest.

Their demonic energy is completely gone, their demonic essence is broken, and they are wearing handcuffs.

Mu Daoist also let them step up and take a look.

It's their fake corners after all.

At a glance, Ermo slumped, "It's a little small, and it's very flat."

"This is for Mosang."

"This is the magic map."

“…”

“…”

The two demons glared at each other.

What kind of friendship is gone.

"It's the two of you, go and argue."

Su Yu frowned, took the bamboo strip and slid Ermo's horn embryo into the frying pan.

The two demons were suddenly frustrated and looked around, "Can't you be bigger?"

Master Su: "Shut up."

Er ​​Mo covered her mouth, for fear that she would lose her temper and make their fake horns ugly.

But in an instant, they saw the little triangle swell up.

Wandering around in the wok, twice as big as they had just seen...and three times as big.

The small horns are pointed, the golden horns become gradually slender, and the bottom round seat gradually expands.

The circle pattern on the corner becomes clear and deep.

Even the tip of the horn is slightly curved due to the gradual slenderness of the horn body.

What a handsome horn!

There is really not much difference except that it is golden, which is not in line with the blackness of their demonic smudges.

"This is my magic horn."

The two demons spoke in unison.

Su Yu picked up, drained the oil to cool, sprinkled with fine powdery seasoning.

Mo Sang read countless books and was excited.

Is this a rare treasure - a pearl magic horn?

He looked at Su Yu and didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing her and breaking the corner of her hand.

In an instant, five golden lights fell from the sky, falling on this delicate pearly red gold magic horn.

Er ​​Mo's eyes suddenly glowed red.

Even the Demon Lord can't give such a jeweled magic horn.

Master Su took the oil pan and handed them a bamboo strip or about a dozen wonderful crispy corners.

"It's all ours?" Er Mo was stunned.

Su Yu coughed lightly, "Yeah. There is no demonic energy, you can just wear it."

There are twelve beautiful horns, what more magic is there?

The two demons almost blurted out.

Anyway, the magic essence is broken, and they can't use it with magic energy.

They looked at the bamboo strips.

Because when frying, the heat in the pot and the direction of oil and water floating change in real time.

Twelve puffed fried horns cannot be the same.

The tip of each horn has a slightly different curvature.

The two demons immediately joined handcuffs, and quickly gestured with a pearly red gold magic horn between their foreheads.

"One of the horns is pointed up and centered, and the other is to the right. That's good."

"One to the left, one to the right is fine... Both are to the left, I'll try."

Hang Wan'er summoned the Nascent Soul holding the bronze mirror and let them take a picture in front of the mirror.

They have a hard time choosing.

But it doesn't matter, there are twelve of them, and they are worn every day.

The two devils are happy.

"Are you sure?"

"I temporarily use aura to bond, and others can't probe it carefully."

Su Yugang mixed the black sesame juice, ready to color them.

The two demons retreated together, "Gold is good-looking, and gold is necessary!"

Su Yu: “…”

【Molan, come to Nanxun quickly. I found the treasure, and after taking it, my magic horn was raised one inch, and the circle pattern was three more, turning it into pearly red gold. 】

There are only three, only three Meijiao Dan! 】

[Don't tell other demons, otherwise don't blame me for not getting it. 】

【Ah, only the last one! 】

The magic generals who infiltrated all over the four realms soon received information about the jade slips from Mosang who knew everything.

"Hey, the fire of the magic essence has been extinguished, and you have fallen into the hands of Ren Xiu, and you want to deceive us!"

The demon generals who saw the news were furious.

Among them, the twelve demons destroyed the most senior one and almost crushed the jade slip in anger.

Who would have thought, I would receive a message from this guy Mo Sang in a blink of an eye.

This is a trap.

"You actually learned the treacherousness of human cultivation."

Mo Mie cursed.

But he turned to the Human World Communication Jade Slip which he held vigorously, and soon attached a faint profile portrait of Mosang.

Because it is from the side, the exquisite arc of the horns of the pearly red gold magic horn and the tall and slender body can be clearly seen.

The demon was stunned.

This magic horn is really powerful.

Also very bright.

Gold and Silver.

The magic city does not see the sun and the moon all year round, and the devilish energy is hard to disperse.

Destroyed the demons, both physically and mentally.

Why is he willing to come to the Human World and take the lead?

If his magic horn can become like this...

No, it's a trap!

Mo Shui gritted his teeth, but soon received a new message.

Although it can't increase the magic power, it can beautify the magic horn, and it is full of gold, and it shines from any angle. 】

[The last one, come quickly if you want it, it will be gone soon! 】

Mo Mie clenched his fist, left the hidden Jinbamen in one breath, and flew towards Nanxun.

As long as he takes the Meijiao Dan and leaves quickly, even a trap can't trap him!

The night in Nanxun was extremely quiet.

At this moment, Qing Xuan is the leader, the other elders, the core disciples of Zhi Qiong Peak, and the five spirits who are watching are all around Motu and Mosang.

Under the command of Su Yu.

The two of them have infinite magic power and are born with strong flesh and blood. They have already begun to make noodles and make magic horns in batches.

After all, it is to be your own future equipment, happy.

The corners of Qingxuan's mouth twitched when they watched.

When the two demons finally got started and made a pair of golden horns that were not perfect but had a prototype, they finally let go.

"I said." Mo Sang bowed his head first.

In the clumsy and unsuccessful attempts to make crispy corners, he wasted a lot of spiritual materials, but this female nun, Su Yu, still looked calm, did not beat or urge them.

As if she wanted to, just let them practice forever.

Don't underestimate the process of making pastry, at least in the magic city, the two devils have never experienced it.

Successful pastry making is a great sense of achievement.

They feel their progress time and time again, and the satisfaction is even more overwhelming when they see the final product.

They gradually gained the confidence that they could survive in the human world.

Instead of fighting.

"Actually, we came to the human world to **** a kind of medicinal pill from you." Motu said, stuffing the failed crooked, twisted and crisp corners into his mouth.

A click and a crisp sound.

It also has the fragrance of special seasoning powder for barbecue.

He looked startled, opened his mouth quickly, and threw in another.

But the straight-faced Elder Zhang stared, "Nonsense, your demons can't absorb the spiritual energy of our human world. What's the use of asking for medicinal pills?"

Motu coughed, "Yes, because we can't absorb the spiritual energy, so we want the eight-grade cleansing pill."

Elder Zhang was stunned.

Mo Sang clicked the golden magic horn, "Eighth-Rank Washing Marrow Pill, our demon ancestors read it in the human cultivation classics that we obtained by chance thirteen hundred years ago. "

"Suisui Dan can make a monk who has cultivated to become a god, change his own path, and change his path."

Su Yu is standing at the desk, setting aside their failed works and letting them eat them by themselves.

Hearing that, he stopped.

Subconsciously think about what a similar recipe would be.

Elder Zhang couldn't help laughing and laughing, "This elixir did exist, but what's the use of your demons taking it? Could it be that you want to eat the pill and take the path of human cultivation?"

Mo Sang raised his eyes, "Yes."

Elder Zhang:

The devil lives on the devil's energy, so why should you learn from others?

"Our demons have been limited since a thousand years ago, and it is difficult to absorb demonic energy to a certain extent."

Mo Sang lowered his head.

"Accurately speaking, our body is nothing but a container of magic essence."

Motu simply sat on the ground, "A devil will die, and his magic essence will be inherited by another devil.

Mo Yuan will train him into a new magic general, but he will always be a magic general. At most, grow to the peak strength of the last demon will die. In addition to the demon general, the same is true for other demon soldiers. "

"So, we are just a container of magic energy."

Mu Daoren was stunned, "Don't we kill you, and a new demon will be born soon?"

Everyone in Nanxun looked solemn.

They don't know.

In the last war, the demons attacked, and Ren Xiu killed a lot of demons.

Mo Sang grinned, "Yes, you can never finish killing one. If you kill one, a new demon of the same rank will be born in the magic city."

"This should be what you people said, one increase and one decrease, there is a fixed number."

Everyone was silent.

Then this battle only consumes the strength of their cultivation?

The demons can't be killed at all.

[Daojun, is this the way of heaven? Demons, is the way of heaven allowed to exist? 】

The Jasper Turtle muttered.

Xiao Muge cannot answer this question.

But I already understand why the demons want to wash the marrow pill.

"We don't want to be a container of magic energy, we want to cultivate on our own to make more magic energy lean, we can only try it with the pill," Mo Sang clenched his fists, "Look, apart from magic energy, Can you open up an advanced path similar to human cultivation?"

Qing Xuan sighed, "Whether the Xisui Dan can do this, I don't know. Besides, it has been lost."

"What!" Mo Sang and Mo Tu were shocked.

But soon the two demons gritted their teeth, "Even so, the army of ten thousand demons will not change their decision to enter the human world. Maybe after staying in the human world for a long time, they can find a way to absorb the spiritual energy."

It was.

Su Yu finally understood.

This is a serious problem.

The magic essence dies and lives.

The total number of demons remains unchanged.

You can't stop killing at all.

It's no wonder that the last time people repaired and paid a heavy price, and finally the demons retreated, but a large number of demon generals and commanders died temporarily, and it took a while to regenerate.

The only way to avoid future troubles is to solve the problem from the root.

"Since a thousand years ago, the magic essence has imprisoned a large number of demons, and everyone lost the ability to absorb the magic energy, and the magic energy in the magic city is even more rampant."

Mosang bowed his head.

"According to the handwriting left by the ancient demons, there was still the sun and the moon in the magic city thousands of years ago, but now the magic city is obscured by the sky, and there is no light all day long."

Motu gritted his teeth, "We used to have the same healthy animal meat and magical plants as in the human realm, but later, there were too many magical energy, and these edible things were mutated and became dog-like. Don't eat!"

Master Su raised his eyebrows.

This is the imbalance of the ecological environment.

Originally, the demons could continuously absorb the magic energy, and the magic energy in the environment reached a comfortable level suitable for the demons to live in.

But now the concentration of demonic energy is too high, making these local demons feel unable to survive.

It can't make them stronger and the environment is harsh.

It was only then that they thought about the human race.

"I guess I get it."

Su Yu looked at the two golden horned demons.

The best solution is not to make demons become human beings, but to let more magic energy absorb the magic energy in the magic city.

This is a question of environmental governance.

The magic energy will return to the ecological balance, and the vegetation and beasts of the magic world will gradually recover.

My home is comfortable, who wants to leave their hometown and make a living on someone else's land?

"It's hard to go back..."

Mo Sang knows everything, sighs.

"According to the murals left in our magic city, we used to be the same as people who cultivated in the body. There are meridians in the body. After absorbing the magic energy to a certain extent, the meridians become wider, and the magic essence appears."

"But now, we have no magic energy, but we don't have the meridians that run the magic."

"So, it can only be imprisoned by the magic essence."

Hang Wan'er, Lu Yizhou and others looked at each other and turned to show strange expressions.

This question, Second Senior Sister will know.

Second Senior Sister even made a golden pill!

"What! Can the meridians do it too?"

Motu couldn't believe it, looked at Su Yu, only to think that she was more flickering than the golden magic horn.

Master Su coughed lightly.

There are many recipes.

"If you can, then you will be the master of my two demons!"

Mo Sang gritted his teeth, and from the tattered purse of mustard seeds around his waist, pulled out a pitch-black Devil River water duck, and handed it to Su Yu respectfully.

Its feathers are falling out.

Su Yu frowned and opened the lower duck's paw.

"It's barely usable, I'll give it a try."

Meridians... The duck intestines that Master Su thought of temporarily.

It's flexible, tough, and hollow to hold... magic.

She is going to make spicy boiled duck intestines.

This is also a quick dish. Once the duck intestines are cooked for too long, they will become tough and hard to bite.

You must see the timing, when the duck intestines are slightly rolled up, you can leave the fire.

Er ​​Mo also waited for a moment, and saw her rolling out with a red oil.

The roots meander like meridians.

Their eyes lit up, but soon dimmed.

Their magic essence has been broken, even if they have meridians, they are mostly useless, hey.

I was sad, but suddenly looked up in surprise.

"Master Su, the head of the demon commander is destroyed!"

"The Meridian Pill can let him try it!"

Mo Sang, according to what Mo Sang said, soon arrived at a forbidden hut from Nanxun to the mountain behind Qiongfeng.

He observed in the dark.

Not long after, I saw a pair of golden and silver slender magic horns on the Duobao Pavilion.

Just now his heart was surging, but his face changed suddenly, turned into black smoke, and retreated a hundred feet.

It's too late!

In the blink of an eye, a guy with a hat on his head and a muslin cloth tied with his hands, who was even more suspicious than his demon general's black robe, blocked his way!

"Your Excellency is visiting Zhiqiong Peak, why do you need to be sneaky, please."

When the man in the bucket hat opened his mouth, the demon screamed badly.

But as soon as he breathed, Hang Waner, Lu Yizhou, Wei Zhao and others appeared beside him.

Qing Xuan, Mu Daoren, and Elder Zhang are all here.

The devil closes his eyes.

He thought that he was much stronger than Mosang and Motu, as long as he burned the magic energy, his escape speed was much faster than that of human cultivation.

But who would have thought that this man in the hat was several times more tyrannical than him and could not escape.

"If you want to kill, then kill!" Mo Mie was convinced.

Although I am unwilling, the devil has always eaten the weak, and the devil has nothing to say.

Destroyer:

He was about to vomit.

Destroyer:

Who is this new way of cultivating abusive demons?

While he was thinking, the hot oil rushed into his throat.

In one breath, the demon will move his mouth.

With a thud, she swallowed.